nichepoetryandprose

poetry and prose about place

remembering place – Grade Three

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Grade Three, for me, is 52 years ago.  Therefore, I am not surprised how little I remember of that year.   I can only name two other students in the Grade Three class photo!

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I do remember my teacher, Miss Heather Johnson, a kind gentle teacher, always smiling.  I also remember her because as a high school student she was taught by my father who was also a teacher.

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Miss Johnson's Grade Three class, Crescent Heights Elementary School (I am in the back row, seventh from the left)

Miss Johnson’s Grade Three class, Crescent Heights Elementary School (I am in the back row, seventh from the left)

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My only real memory of Grade Three is of my Dad.  I remember him joking with me as he studied my Report Card.  I always had good reports, and this time I had a whole row of ‘H’s (H was the best grade possible).  I can hear him booming in his deep voice ‘I thought ‘H’ stood for Horrible!’

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Crescent Heights High School - once Crescent Heights Elementary School (the school is barely recognisable, there have been so many additions; when I went there, the school was a long low brick building)

Crescent Heights High School – once Crescent Heights Elementary School (the school is barely recognisable, there have been so many additions; when I went there, the school was a long low brick building)

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 6, 2014 at 7:35 am

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  1. You will never change Jane (I hope). I can pick you out no matter your age,,,your classes were very big.! I thought mine were big but not compared to yours. Aren’t memories wonderful. Thanks for sharing.

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    patsi

    August 7, 2014 at 1:01 pm

    • Hi Patsi. I was also surprised at the class size. It is a little alarming how little I remember, although after thinking a bit, I have a few memories of after school activities, playing with friends, taking piano lessons and so on. I was much cuter back then… permed hair and all… Jane

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      jane tims

      August 7, 2014 at 9:59 pm

  2. I remember Mrs. Starkey, my 3rd grade teacher, who read us a Laura Ingalls Wilder book at reading time, and I remember my best friend from that class…otherwise, it’s really fuzzy. Ahh, youth!

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    Watching Seasons

    August 6, 2014 at 1:10 pm

    • Hi. I’ve always loved being read to and many teachers did. The best was Mr. LeBlanc in Grade Nine who read us Catcher in the Rye. Jane

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      jane tims

      August 7, 2014 at 9:50 pm


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